lo! the spastic's soliloquy

I hadn't realized it had been over a month since I posted anything... crazy times, man. february 2014, you were... damn. 

I thought about changing this blaaahhg (I really hate that word) to indicate that the Alaska Experiment is now over, but I dig the continuity. also, I am lazy about such things. 

For everyone I know and love in AK: my departure was definitely more abrupt than I intended. several very pivotal things happened in a short amount of time, and moving seemed like... the next thing to do, I guess. I'm a bit bewildered myself. at the very least, I think I got the novella-fodder I was looking for... 

I don't really do goodbyes, because I'll see you again. 

it was weirdly convenient that my camera crapped out a few days prior to leaving. I have no final photographs of the gorgeous drive to the Valley, or of my empty apartment, or of the sun hitting the mountains or of the light hitting the popcorn ceiling of my bedroom. my phone started working again on the plane, where I was sobbing uncontrollably in my window seat, Entropy in her carrier at my feet- it started working again about the time I decided "fuck it" and ordered this from the nice stewardess (who asked if I wanted any ice...? I must have given her a look.) 

this was the sky on the first morning here. I took a few artistic liberties. it was lovely. 

the money shot. 

golden gardens. 

lair-hunting has been a colossal bitch. here are the few who actually called me back and I got to look at, all with the vile Viewfinder 3 filter: 

attic in shared home (no private bathroom, chickens outside), Ballard, $825/month + 1/3 utilities.

300sq ft studio, ground floor, bus stop directly outside window, Queen Anne, $850/month + electric. 

squalid studio, overlooking parking lot and cement retaining wall, Capitol Hill, $850/month + electric. 

studio "being renovated", First Hill, $970/month. 

I found a place. yeah, it's as fucking expensive and tiny as you suspect. and I don't have any pictures yet... I signed the lease today and I move by Friday. THANK GOD. the kindnesses of others have saved my ass (let me repeat: THE KINDNESSES OF OTHERS HAVE UTTERLY AND COMPLETELY SAVED MY ASS), but the missus and I have been staying in a house with 3 other people and I desperately miss having my own space and being in no one else's way. and I miss having my own shit! everything I own is still on 2 pallets in a warehouse in Fife. this has been a most discombobulated month.

Ballard. oh Seattle street art, how I've missed the fuck outta you. 

I forget which bathroom. 

...perhaps the College Inn? 

on the windowsill at work. 

cATS. 

being back feels really fucking good. it makes a whole new kind of sense. and I think I found what I was looking for in Alaska, after all...